Darlingly Pretentious

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Lyrics June 23, 2009

This is where I will store the new lyrics I’ve written. I didn’t want to spam my main blog page with them, but I wanted them to see he light of day somehow. =] Comment if you’d like. I love feedback on my lyrics. And please don’t steal. These are personal (most of the time).

Plaything [[11/15/09]]

I’ll write a sad song for you
Just one, before I go,
You’re “all I ever knew,”
and all I ever want to know.
So go ahead –
abuse me, use me
Say whatever you want to to me.
I’m your plaything
and I always have been.

I’ll cry one more tear for you
or a thousand more before the night
is over, or I’m still too
weak to make everything alright
So go ahead
and preach, now, tell me
How I’m wrong and always will be.
I’m your plaything
and I always have been.
And I always have been…

So go ahead
abuse me, use me
say whatever you want to to me
So go ahead,
and preach, now, tell me
How I’m wrong and always will be
So go ahead
and make me suffer –
tell me how you’ll always love her.
So go ahead
and make my days more
Useless than they were before
Than they were before… you ever came.

So I’ll do one more trick for you,
to leave you with that look on your face:
I’ll tear this heart in two
and say it never meant a thing.
So go ahead
and watch me walk away,
and don’t say you ever felt a thing
Cus I’m your plaything
and I always have been.

I’m your plaything.
I’m your plaything.
I’m your plaything.

 

Maybe…   [[6/23/2009]]

Maybe it’s all just been too simple
Maybe that has been my problem this whole time
So maybe if the world won’t stop spinning
then I can find a piece of mind…

Maybe it’s all just been too steady
Maybe it’s all just been too fast, too strong, too smooth
Maybe I can’t pretend I’m ready
but maybe I just don’t care cus its no use

And maybe this time
the whole world won’t pass me by
and maybe, if I try
I’ll have something to call mine
Just maybe…

So maybe I can’t predict the weather
but maybe I’ll find a way to weather through somehow
and maybe someday I will be better
but until then I’ll try again

And maybe this time
the whole world won’t pass me by
and maybe, if I try
I’ll have something to call mine
Just maybe

But maybe I won’t be so strong
And maybe one day I will fall
Then maybe I will stand back up again
Again…

And maybe this time
the whole world won’t pass me by
and maybe, if I try
I’ll have something to call mine
And maybe by then
I will do it all again
so maybe, I guess,
it’s the journey, not the end
just maybe….

Amy [[6/26/2009]]

They say dreams can last so long
but you gave yours up when you were too young
Go on, find someone else
to hide yourself behind.
You know you shouldn’t waste your time
You could have had a better life
but instead you chose a love
built upon a crime.

And I promised to be there to dry your tears,
but you also promised to be here longer than 3 years

I want to save you, but you won’t let me
You push me away and hide inside a dream
I want to save you, but you’re already too gone
I’m afraid that you have been here for too long.
But I want to save you

I see you’re falling out of grace,
you’ve lost the glow upon your face
and you’re diseased by things
you should have never seen.
You nearly work yourself to death,
you only speak when you’re out of breath
You’ve lost your friends, your youth,
your freedom, your family.

And yeah, I promised to come running at your call
But do you ever make a point to call at all?

I want to save you, but you won’t let me
You push me away and hide inside a dream
I want to save you, but you’re already too gone
I’m afraid that you have been here for too long

So you give up everything,
So you fall apart at the seams
over nothing
(yeah, he’s nothing to me)
So you gave up all your dreams
So I listened to your screams
over nothing
(You’re nothing to me…)

 

Now it looks like you are done
Another soul to keep so young
I don’t know her,
but I guess one day I will
You could have been much more than this,
but you’re caught up in your bliss
No, I don’t know her
but I know one day I will

Because if he leaves you both out on the floor
I will be there with my arms open once more

Cus I want to save you, but will you let me?
Or push me away and hide inside a dream?
I want to save you, but are you too gone?
Have you missed out, have you been here for too long?
I want to save you,
I want to save you,
I want to save you,
Amy, let me save you

There’s No Shame in The Game (As Long As You Play By The Rules) [[7/25/09]]

 

 

You could call it overcompensating
but I call it recovery baby…
I’ve got numbers lining the wall
and nameless clothes in my backseat
you think that I am showing off
but babe it’s just my “new thing”
cus you were my very last attempt at
the joke that they call love
and I’m better off without you, yeah
I’m better than you thought
Cus I have got no shame, and baby
you have got no game
and any names we drop from this point on
are fuel for the race
Cus you know I don’t give a damn
and I know you give up
So darling let’s just have some fun
in the Post-Love Slums
So parade her around and act
like she means something to you
the longer you keep her around
the bigger lies you’ll have to use
My strategy is much more simple:
I do anything I please
It drives you crazy, cus you still want
to see me on my knees
But I have got no shame, and baby
you have got no game
and any names we drop from this point on
are fuel for the race
Cus you know I don’t give a damn
and I know you give up
So darling let’s just have some fun
in the Post-Love Slums
We keep it down and dirty
We keep it hot and flirty
We take no prisoners
We have just one rule only:
Leave them wanting more and lonely
We take no prisoners
And with one last shot, you’ll say
that you still know what’s best for me
And with one last glance I’ll laugh and say
“You know nothing about me…”
Cus I have got no shame, and baby
you have got no game
and any names we drop from this point on
are fuel for the race
Cus you know I don’t give a damn
and I know you give up
So darling let’s just have some fun
in our post-love slums
(We keep it down and dirty,
We keep it hot and flirty
We take no prisoners)
In our Post-Love Slums
(We have just one rule: only
leave them wanting more and lonely
We take no prisoners)
In the Post-Love Slums
 

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